Ryan's Little Move

"Just one color?"

"It's terrifying to even think about," Ron remarked.

"Neville will love this school," Harry shrugged.

Clearly, Lupin's words had lowered their guard against the Castelobruxo students.

Compared to Dark Magic and Alchemy, Herbology and Magizoology are clearly not worth paying attention to.

Ten minutes later. "Wait, what's that?" Harry pointed to the opposite side of the four-poster bed, the source of the heat in the room.

"The fireplace!" Ron patted Harry's forehead.

He wondered if Harry had a fever.

"This— Lupin, is this connected to the Floo Network?" Draco couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Lupin nodded.

"Should we turn back the way we came?"

"I have Floo Network allergy." Harry shoved Ron's hand away.

"Floo Network— " Ron's abruptly stopped words meant that he had also understood something.

Floo Network is a connected network that anyone can use.

Therefore, important institutions like Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic rarely have fireplaces connected to the Floo Network; they are few and far between.

At least they knew that Lupin's fireplace in his bedroom at Hogwarts was not connected to the Floo Network.

The others, except for those in Professor McGonagall's bedroom, will only have one on at night.

Moreover, there is usually someone guarding the fireplace.

This is information they got from Fred and George.

"Children, I am the professor." Lupin looked at the four terrified children and smiled with satisfaction.

Not satisfied!

Not satisfied!

Ryan was extremely dissatisfied!

In the end, Lupin did not lead the four of them back to Hogwarts through the Floo Network in the fireplace.

Instead, they chose a different way of returning, one that even Ryan found interesting.

The four took the Shrinking Solution again and returned to the castle in Lupin's wolf form.

How interesting! It's like riding a giant wolf that's a hundred meters long, speeding through a dark tunnel.

Ryan suddenly regretted his actions and realized he had acted exceptionally well in front of Harry and the others.

If not, he could pretend to be a child and go on adventures with them.

But the next second, "It itches!"

In the Ravenclaw common room, Ryan, who was lying on Luna's lap, was having his ear gently poked by Luna's hair.

What an adventure!

Do you have Luna fragrance?

"Ryan, how come Potter and the others—isn't Grindelwald famous?" Luna asked, her silver runes representing the link flashing across her hand as she saw Harry and the others' entire journey through Ryan's senses.

"There are two reasons. First, Grindelwald's ideas are too infectious and too dangerous to the existing political system. His slogans are not wrong in themselves. It's just that the implementation is terrible."

"Second, it's Voldemort. He's so famous that now when people mention the Dark Lord, they only think of him. Grindelwald? Where did this nobody come from?" Ryan rolled over, eliciting a soft cry from Luna.

"Is Voldemort really going to be resurrected next year?" After Ryan stopped tossing and turning, Luna, whose Wisdom had regained its footing, looked intently at Ryan, who was resting on her lap.

"To be precise, it should be 364 days, 2 hours, and 1 second." Ryan waved his wand, and a virtual number that shrank over time floated in mid-air.

"Summer came earlier than usual this year," Luna suddenly said.

"Yes, at Hogwarts, summer usually means the arrival of June, and the first week of June is the final exams."

"If we consider the time frame, next year's final exams might be canceled," Ryan said casually.

It's late May now, Thursday.

It will be June next Monday.

If we calculate the timeline like this, Voldemort will be resurrected, and the exam will probably be canceled.

However, why is it an estimate?

That is, the premise is that Ryan won't happen to be in trouble at that time.

If there is something you don't want to be disturbed for the time being, Kamen Rider Cronus will appear.

Voldemort knelt before Dumbledore and the young Voldemort.

The exam will not be canceled.

"I hope Mr. Voldemort can hold out a little longer, but I don't want him to—" Luna looked at Ryan pitifully.

Ryan nodded in understanding.

Compared to struggling students, the year-end final exams are not hell for high-achieving students; they are an indispensable way to prove their grades and bring them a sense of accomplishment.

And so, in the center of the North Sea, on the vast and magnificent sea surface, in the dark sky, a bolt of lightning flashed by, passing through a gap invisible to the naked eye at just the right moment.

Then came a roar filled with a fury that seemed to threaten to destroy the entire world.

Meanwhile, in the Ravenclaw common room, the number floating in mid-air increased: 394 days, 1 hour, 59 minutes, and 28 seconds.

"Alright, Voldemort will be resurrected during the summer vacation, and the exams won't be canceled." Ryan nodded.

In the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Ron suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Harry, who was sneaking up to the sixth floor, turned around and asked in a low voice.

They have now separated from Draco and Lupin.

As for Filch, who possesses Werewolf's sense of smell, superb hearing, high mobility, and knowledge of secret passages, Lupin checked him out. He was petting a cat and wouldn't leave the house for at least an hour.

"I suddenly feel like crying." Ron touched his heart in confusion.

It's like Christmas being canceled.

"Alright, just in case Filch smells us—" Ginny turned around and hissed impatiently.

She kept glancing around warily while Harry and Ron were talking.

She didn't want to lose points because of this.

"Don't worry."

"He's in the administrator's office."

"I've been there before. Because Mrs. Norris likes to eat fish, the place is filled with the smell of fried fish."

"We are on the 4th floor now, which is quite a distance from the first floor."

"If we all get caught by Filch, I'll—" Harry looked around, "Eat Ron's hair."

"Hey, is my hair that disgusting?" Ron complained.

"Wait, what did I just hear?" Harry suddenly waved for quiet, then slowly moved closer to the wall and put his ear to it. "It's a cat meowing!"

Harry felt it looked familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it.

"Run!" The three of them were about to go upstairs, but the mischievous staircase hadn't turned around yet.

The three of them had no choice but to run to the room at the far end of the fourth floor.

Last year, there was also a Three-Headed Dog in there.

But now, in the pitch-black room, a pair of yellow beastly eyes have suddenly lit up.

"Lumos!" a deep, yet somewhat familiar voice rang out.

It's Filch!

He was raising his wand when Mrs. Norris slowly ran up behind him.

"It's a pity, Harry Potter, that we meet at this time." Filch curled his lips into a smile, revealing his sharp canine teeth.

"Well done!" Ryan patted Jerry, the fat cat that had jumped onto his stomach.

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